Peeked through the half-open door and saw her in that pink tank top—no bra—leaning over the counter like she didn’t care who watched. Then he walked in, and she didn’t even flinch. One hand on his chest, one yanking her panties aside while she moans into his ear. No foreplay, just cock slamming home with her tits bouncing off the tile. She rides him backward until her ass hits the sink edge, then pins him down for a messy facial right there on the countertop. The whole time? Eye contact like this is exactly where they were supposed to be.
